Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

…and belligerent and stupid, too. Rex and Co. are trying to shed some light on the MRSA outbreak, only to be repeatedly shouted down by yahoos in the audience hollering “How do we kill it?” (Well, it’s more like “HOW DO WE KILL IT?”).

Josh from Comic Curmudgeon invited folks to use this catchy little phrase in any number of situations ( http://joshreads.com/?p=1522#comment-481815 ), and the folks came through; read through the commentary to catch some of their excellent efforts. One CC’er wondered if the entire Foobiverse could be caught in the cross-hairs, as it were…maybe not all of them, but some (hey! a three-way squeeze!).

It hinked me out to deal with this very creepy hybrid “thing” (heck, it hinked me out to read the original Lio strip — shades of the old Steve McQueen classic, The Blob!), but I’m tough.

And mucho affection for Mark Tatulli, who does Lio. Our favorite naturalist made a two-day guest appearance this week — It. Was. Great.

Mary may have met her match. Then again you don’t go messin’ in family affairs with folks who have names like Corleone, or Amalfi. If she’s lucky, she won’t be sleeping with the sardines.

Isn’t the cast of Rex Morgan enough? The sultry beauty of June? The rugged good looks of Rex? The endearing sulkiness of Sarah? The canine breath of Abbey? And the suave sophistication of the hospital’s resident vampire, Dr. Andy Reed, aka Andreu, Count Morgu?

Evidently not. Desperate times call for desperate measures…

In the Rex Morgan universe, the past two days have been like Christmas in Heaven! Well, it’s like that for me, although poor Andy (the supply-closeted vampire) and Rex and June might beg to differ. Hicks ‘n’ yokels! Pitchforks ‘n’ torches (umm…maybe more like frill picks from Joe’s Diner and Bic lighters)! And I didn’t think it could get much better than a weekend fishing trip!

Whups! It’s public service time here in the Snark Cave (or in the basement). When will people learn? When will children learn? When will bouncy little puppies learn? Don’t make it so Mark Trail has to punch some common sense into you!

I feel sorry for Gene Wilder…where is it written that some of his best roles (Willy Wonka, Young Frankenstein) get refilmed or made into Broadway musicals (that don’t include him? It’s not like the guy is dead!). At least he’s spared the horror that goes beyond mere childish banter, into the realm of cloyingly cute. Hmm, make that “Kloyingly Kute.” Erk.

And since I had an extra Willy Wonka photo to doodle around with:

Heck, Johnny Depp can handle the keen kidz…he’s worked with John Waters, Terry Gilliam and Marlon Brando, and lived to tell about it!

(Huzzah! a Shakespeare quote!)

Who knew that Rex Morgan and nose hairs would meet? Or crappy 70’s marketing strategies?

Elly and Connie go wandering aimlessly. Unfortunately, there aren’t any polar bears in the neighborhood to cut short their meanderings or the latest meeting of the Milborough Mutual Admiration Society…

…and we’re not talking Nosferatu! When is someone going to find the plot? Rex and June are forced to casually stroll around downtown and natter about people who we’re not even sure who they are!

Even with the mind-numbing conversation, John C Fremont from over at Comic Curmudgeon noted some singular landmarks of the area…

Oh, my gosh! Rex Morgan tipped the “cute ‘n’ flirty” scales of Friday’s strip to the “weird ‘n’ freakish” side on Saturday. Does anyone other than an oral hygenist or an otorhinolaryngologist (okay, I had to look that up) really need to see that portion of a person’s anatomy that close up? Kinda makes you glad you’re not a hamburger, doesn’t it?

Still, the bizarre angles inspired me. Oh, and I had Andreu, Count Morgu, using “torches and pitchforks” a couple of days ago. Neener neener.